A Feast
Twelve of us gathered about Luis and Brian's [coffee] table for the Thanksgiving feast. We spent the day preparing the food together, with endless mimosa's for everyone but me (This [Fool / Repository of Awkward Secrets] was still waiting to sober up from the previous night of integrated social circles, limited edibility, a blush that nobody saw, ripped pants that everyone heard and saw, and unexpected multiples.).
We all learned to avoid Halle Berry in Scattergories, and that the tautology of footwear = footwear is okay.
Immediacy made me forget that I'd brought my camera before long, so there's nothing in the way of commemoration aside from one photo
...and all of the memories we took away with us: Luis and Brian, Wayne and Ian, Gretchen and Dixi, Dave and Suk-Hyong, Rico, Sarah, Kristen, and me. The food was amazing, mostly because everyone there's a talented cooks. You can tell you're doing something right when it doesn't feel like a dinner for east coast orphans--it's where you want to be for the holiday, sharing it with the people who make your days full.
We all learned to avoid Halle Berry in Scattergories, and that the tautology of footwear = footwear is okay.
Immediacy made me forget that I'd brought my camera before long, so there's nothing in the way of commemoration aside from one photo
...and all of the memories we took away with us: Luis and Brian, Wayne and Ian, Gretchen and Dixi, Dave and Suk-Hyong, Rico, Sarah, Kristen, and me. The food was amazing, mostly because everyone there's a talented cooks. You can tell you're doing something right when it doesn't feel like a dinner for east coast orphans--it's where you want to be for the holiday, sharing it with the people who make your days full.